Chris Brown

Look, illest of the illest im a sick soul
a little margarita blend so i sip slow
too talented type of ni**a im kinda schitzo
but never outta my element i let that fifth go
shots in the club panic at the disco
she off that mdma thats from frisco
hella chips call me mr. nabisco
is that yo b***h cause she wont let me wrist go
my technique is to sex freaks
skinny through a hot model bit**es and les-bees
imma put my tounge of they soul like a sb
but they dont know they scum to my soul they just sexy
imma play dumb play that role win a espy its ridiculous
and can i get a girl with real a** and tits
most respect in the world to my real ni**as
cause all them fake ni**as make me wanna kill ni**as
i stand alone f**k that gangbang shit
they nintendo blowin ni**as cause this game aint sh*t (uh)
its relevant that im better than these veterans
they sleepin on me like i been givin them sedatives
sometimes i wish i had better friends and better peers
cause i know when that cheddar ends they disappear

K-Mac
damn where they go, where they go, where they go huh?

See Im doper than that sh*t pookie was on in new jack city
thats why im gettin rich without tryin i aint like 50
cause what good is being rich if you dyin that sh*t is silly
call the chain TLC all that ice will make ya chilly
imma pimp so ya know im snatchin yo broad
imma real star you patrick from spongebob
and in my city to the streets im freeway ricky cause i keep the streets flooded with that crack music
i be sellin cds like them ni**as push kilos
but i dont push weights unless its plates in the weightroom
why you think im B.U.F, blowin up fast
call me lead foot cause i be heavy on the gas
you would think i was a spartan three hundred on the dash
either that or a martian in a space aircraft
cause when you see the whip that i have, you be like what the f**k was that?